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Out of Darkness – by Eliza
Many years ago, there reigned a mighty King of the nation of Karalis. Karalis was a beautifully large nation consisting of the coasts of Northglenn, where the fishermen headed to sea and the shepherds herded their flocks upon the lush hills. West lay the continuous land of Karalis. Many a traveler had set foot upon the soil of that land, trying to explore and find the end of the vast kingdom. There have been many tales of riches, and of a locked doorway within an oak tree, however, no traveler has returned from their trek westward. Did they find an entrance to another land, or did they simply perish within their search? Many of the citizens concluded that the Ruler must not desire for man to find this place for many years ago of their rebellion, man was exciled from the western lands.
Hundreds of years ago, the first and only Ruler of Karalis sent forth a decree unto the whole kingdom.
By proclamation of our royal and most honored Majesty, every man, woman, and child must abide and fall under this hereby stated listing. Whoever fails to abide by this ruling shall be exiled to the Isle of Judgment upon the arrival of the King. It is there that they shall remain all the days of their life.
- You shall serve only the King of this land.
- Make no image of false lords to serve them. They are but blocks of stone and deserve not your honor.
- Honor and revere the name of our Majesty, for it is he who rules.
- The seventh day shall be honored as a day of rest and restoration, by order of the King.
- Honor your father and mother, for it is they who have raised and trained you.
- Let not one man be found with another’s blood upon his hands.
- Let it not be found that any woman or man has committed adultery with one another.
- Men, women and children, be content with your belongings and do not steal, be it a crust of bread or the crown upon the King’s head.
- Let the truth be spoken at all times and not a deceitful word spoken.
- Lastly, let not covetousness remain in this land, for you are all blessed and need not that which another has.
It is by these ten rulings that the nation of Karalis grew and became a prosperous society. It is because of the King’s love for his nation that such standards were set. For he knew that if misbehavior was allowed in his kingdom, then men would attack the empire from the inside out, causing discord and using the villagers themselves as instruments of their force. The villagers themselves strictly followed all the ordinances of the King. However, with each passing year, their hearts began to fall further away from him. Their hearts grew into hardened vessels of stone, and their eyes were blinded by their own transgressions. The foresight of the King, sadly, became a reality as evil men and women crept into the village and accomplished their mission to corrupt the hearts of the people and to turn their eyes away from the King.
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A meadowlark sang joyfully as it flapped through the towering oaks of Shaid. Perching near a cottage settled outside the village, the bird continued its jubilant melody as though calling to a captive to break free.
A slender ten-year-old lass hacked away at a piece of timber laid before her. Her brown locks remained tightly secured with a hemp handkerchief. As she labored in the blistering sun, her thoughts wandered to the day that her young life had been robbed of her.
A small brown haired child wandered up and down on the rocky seashore of Northglen. Tears streamed down her face as she jumped from one sharp stone to the other. Her blue eyes scanned across the horizon of the Northern Sea, searching. The sun set in the western skies, casting long shadows on the beach where the child cried harder with each passing moment. In the background sat a well worn and seasoned sailor. Curiously, his unpatched eye observed the desperate child.
“Ahoy, lassie, w’at are you looking for? Lost your shell, ‘ave you?”
Hearing the voice of a stranger in the distance, the child stopped and turned to the one addressing her.
“I…” Sobbed the child, as she attempted to keep herself composed, “I lost my parents. They went out to fish as usual this morning, but they’ve not returned. I fear the worst.”
The old man lit his pipe and he looked up at the dark clouds quickly rushing in upon them. “I heard a rumor that there was a shipwreck westward. I don’t know the reason…” The man’s eyes darkened knowingly as he let out a puff of smoke. “The talk of the town is that a child was seen playing with the sails, yester morn. Somethin’ about her You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
The girl turned once again to the sea. Her parents were lost at sea, because of her foolishness. Guilt and shame built up within. With this, she opened herself up to captivity
A toothless grin came upon the man as he stood to his feet. For he was no normal sailor–but rather the conniving creature known as Guilt. And he had just found another one of his new bond-children.
“Call me Master.”
Julianna’s thoughts were brought back into reality as she continued her task. Though small, her muscles were firm from the daily hard labor, and her skin darkened from the sun’s rays. The hatchet in her hands appeared double her size as she chopped some firewood for her master. Thwock, hack, thwock! The sounds echoed through the forest, as her hardened hand and firm muscles pounded the challenge before her, only to be interrupted by a sound.
“Julianna… Julianna, come here, you stupid thing,” bellowed the well-known voice of her tormentor, Guilt.
A slight sigh escaped the child’s lips before her answer, “Coming, sir!”
Dropping the ax, she proceeded to run toward her home. She remained oblivious to the thorny pigweed that sliced through her legs as she rushed frantically towards her master. I can’t be slow. The thoughts of freedom dimmed as she entered the log cabin.
“W’at took you so long? And you forgot the wood. You worthless thing. Why have I even kept you around?” Guilt towered over the girl, snapping the belt between his hands.
“Please, Guilt, I beg you, don’t whip me. I… I am sorry.”…”
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